Logs don’t have to deal with fog.

But we do.

Brain fog, that comes with being a personified log.

Oh how I wish I didn’t have to deal with frogs.

But this is what happens when you’re a log.

Frogs leap, hop, and jump onto your beautiful brown ridges looking for a safe space to sleep until they hop onto the next log.

If you were to ask me, I’d say frogs shouldn’t even be able to hop onto one lo...

Actually, I’ll take a sip…

Mm the sip that delightfully burns,

The sip that ironically cures,

I use spirits to lift my spirits,

Until my body purges it and I replenish it,

This leads to solemn days of mascerades,

Letting my cheerful nature fool anyone close enough to sense danger,

Wait, who are you?

Your turning my world upside down,

A new light that won’t let me drown,

I can feel...

The cacophony of shattered glass was loud enough to wake up the entire town. Fear froze me in my warm cozy sheets, where I was just tucked in with love and laughter. This happens every time, but why is it always unexpected? Why does it startle me every time? Who knew voices could carry way more bass than a speaker ever could? I stay put as I can audibly hear every inch of my beloved home be torn a...

Life without you is quiet, predictable, monotonous,

Some may call this peace,

But who was going to tell me that peace was synonymous with lonliness,

I wake up determined.. determined to do every possible thing to create a better me

But all for what, all for who

For me yes.. but for you, oh what I would do,

What I’d do to share my wins and losses with you,

All that life without you does i...